Life in the Bristolwood

And, I am addicted.  Every time I think about it, my fingers get shaky….they begin to move as though out of control.  My mind begins to race, just thinking about it.  Sometimes, it awakens me in the night and I feel a deep urge to satisfy the longing for “just one more”.  It seems to occupy my mind so frequently,  even to the point that it dictates my destinations!

There,  I admitted it and I feel better.

After all, I love photography!

Last night,  the temperature outside rose quite a bit and our house grew toasty warm.  Michelle fell sound asleep on my bed and I worked a bit on the computer.  I got up and looked out the window….the sky was totally overcast, and the clouds provided the perfect atmosphere to reflect the orangish lights from the ski mountain and broadcast them throughout the Bristolwood. Fantastic….

I threw open the window, pulled up a seat, and made my mind up to get at least one good shot.  I sat for the better part of an hour,  snapping photo after photo, reviewing and erasing.  I was just stubborn enough to assure myself that at least one good photo could be shot handheld!

Well, there you have it.  There is a tiny little point of light in the center of the photo….that is a light from the ski mountain, located about two miles from our home!  Ah, sweet success!